A Take-Off On A Passing Remark

Tall buildings impress me the ones which cut off half the sky. I like tall stories, even though false; not the half-truth sleeping with the half-lie. I want things on a large scale: amplitudes, a sense of space and light, the great yellow eye of the train lighting up the distances of the night. Urchins, furred caterpillars, moles and fern-beds are all right. But I want flowering trees, long streamers of moss, flaming parasites. But when you ask, still squirrel-young short as twilight short as a shadow at noon why I love you, what can I answer? [From 'The Glass-Blower: Selected Poems']